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Marauding Magic opens its doors!

Who: Remus, Sirius and anyone else who comes by
What: Marauding magic opens its doors for business!
When: All week~
Where: At the Marauding Magic Shop near the outskirts of town, close to the forest.
Warnings: Magic!

[Finally the big day everyone (at least two or three people, maybe) has been waiting for arrived! Today Marauding Magic opens its doors.

Come by and discover the wonders that lie within! Potions, books, toys and tools, things that are more sentient than they really have any business being and items whose purpose isn't entirely apparent at first, but they sure look pretty.

A fire that changes colors ever so often and chairs by the fireplace, the shop is inviting you to stay a while and discover more. Behind the counter there is a staircase leading upstairs. Don't mind any of the sounds you might hear from there, magical experiments can go unexpected ways at times.

Perched on top of the counter sits an owl, watching everything that is going on, sometimes by turning his head 180 degrees, as owls do. Better don't shop-lift, that beak is sharp.

When you enter, a chime follows as the door closes. It won't be long until a wizard or two appears. Welcome to Marauding Magic, prepare to be charmed.]

[ooc: Come enter the shop and fulfill your dreams and secret desires! Or just have a nice chat with the chaps running the place. Either way, come on in!]

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A wizard huh? I met a witch once... she tried to eat me. Not in the good way either.

[Spinning on her heels to look at some of the things on display, picking them up and putting them down before she could even work out what they were.]

Yeah. Kind of. I mean I'm familiar with the Fae, they're kind of magicy. Like Bo, the Succubus? She has this whole, chi eating, sexy touch thing going on.

[She finally stops, as if the pieces of the puzzle start falling into place and turns back to look at Sirius.]

Wait. You're a wizard and your name is Sirius? [Brow arching.] And... you own a magic shop.... called Marauding Magic... because you're....

[Saying it out loud? That sounds crazy. Waiting for him to finish that sentence? Slightly, less crazy.]

Seems like you'd be a bit much to eat all at once. In the not good way, at least.

[He watches her, half-expecting her to drop and break something, but he doesn't stop her. Taking in the information about the Succubus and, yes, he'll definitely ask about that again.]

Because it's a good way to make some money.

[Grinning. It's possible that he expects her to be waiting for his name.]

Honey. I’m a bit much all the time… But Baby Yaga didn’t see it that way.

[And for somebody who almost got eaten by a witch, she really doesn’t seem that concerned about it.]

Money? [Nope. Not gonna say it. Not gonna…]

Do you happen to have a pen and paper because I find, ya know, some things just sound less cray cray when you don’t say them out loud.

I have a quill and some paper, if that will do?

[He points her to the counter where, yes, a quill is next to a small glass of ink and there is some paper with notes already scribbled on it.]

A quill? [Of course a quill.]

Sure, why not. Because writing this in a quill isn't going to make it any less crazy.

[She was beginning to seriously suspect that her suspicions were about to be confirmed but needed that final confirmation before the word-vom could commence.

Kenzi picks up the quill and for a second stares at it before she attempts to write with it, several ink splotches staining the page and being hastily wiped away, the raven haired woman hesitating for another moment before handing it over, closing both eyes yet peaking at him through one so she could watch as he looked over the questions that read;]

Are you A. An escaped mental patient with a
healthy imagination and love of books?
Or B. You can turn yourself into a black shaggy dog?

[He can't help but grin as he reads what she wrote, glancing over the paper at her and smirking even wider as he can't keep from teasing.]

Yes.

Dude! [Kenzi smacking him on the arm... only half playfully.]

There are rules about holding out on a girl like this! You can't - you're not... I mean where I'm from, it's like crayville but this sorta skips over cray and lands somewhere between O-M-G awesome and the home of the flying pigs!

If it helps, I'm not doing it on purpose. I was born that way.

[He was also born to be a troll, it seemed.]

Sirius Black, nice to meet you.

[Once upon a time, Kenzi would have called you a nutter and been on her way. Then she got rufied, met Bo and became one with all things ridiculous being the norm.]

Dude. [Blinking.] Dude!

I just - I can't... I need to get this out there and I swear it'll never come up again... but I have this overwhelming urge to ask you to sign my breast or something.

[He blinks, since, well, to be fair he is kind of getting used to the fangirls, but that offer is still quite something to compute. He has never heard that before.]

...which one?

Seriously? [Kenzi holds up her hand, nodding her head.]

I just... need a moment...

[Which, what she meant by that was that she needed to turn, walk two steps away and break into a dance that had become infamously known as the 'bathroom dance' before she could turn back and face Sirius again, barely able to contain her grin.]

The right one.

[Her hand waving underneath it like a game show model might do.]

[So she might be a bit odd, but Sirius is fairly sure she's somewhat sane. Possibly.

Is it a crime to sign an insane person's breast when they ask you to?

He stares at her chest as she waves her hand until finally remember what he's doing and clearing his throat. Face. Right, she had a face.]

...do you want to just... lift your shirt?

[A bit? She's totally odd but she'll assure you it's a part of her charm.]

Yeah... You have any idea how hard it is to lace up one of this bitches? Here.

[She may not be blessed with much but throw on a corset and use your arms to push the girls together and it was insta-pornstar cleavage.]

That... give you enough, to work with?

[Nope. Nothing at all awkward about this. Nothing what-so-ever.]

I actually never had the pleasure.

[Sirius picks up the quill she used before and uses his wand to alter the tip a bit, because he doesn't want to scratch...her boobs.

Damn.]

More than enough. Well.

Hold still.

Keep this up and I'll let you find out.

[Flashing him a grin, the question of her sincerity in that definitely worth raising.]

Like my momma always said. Anything more than a handful's a waste.

[Staying as still as a person could when they were trying to create mega cleavage for signing...]

Though I always say mouthful.

Don't think my mouth's big enough.

[Muttering that mostly to himself, because how are his thoughts supposed not to steer that way while she is presenting her cleavage for him?

He puts his left hand on her shoulder, then on her waist, then decides to put it behind his back and far away from accidental mishaps instead, just doing his best to sign his name properly with his right hand.

On her breast.]

There you go.

Flattery - will get you - everywhere.

[Straining her neck so she can watch him at work. Think of it this way Sirius. She could have asked you to sign her ass.]

There I go!

[And cleavage returns to normal as she fans her breast to dry the ink.]

You just signed my boob. You. Sirius Black. Just signed my boob. You know I've had my fair share of kidnappings but they never came with famous Wizards til now.

[And just like that, the fan-girl routine gets dropped, which is probably hard to accept given she has Sirius' name inked across her cleavage.]

So now can you teach me magic?

[Priorities, she has them.]

I'm not that famous where I come from, if that changes anything.

[Infamous, more like. He stares at her cleavage for a few seconds longer before shaking himself out of it and putting his wand away.]

Well. If you have any inclination towards it, maybe I could, supposedly. Not sure I'd let you handle my wand though.

Hrm. Nope. Not even a little bit. This was still awesome.

[Giving the signature one last awkward blow from her lips to make sure it was dry.]

Well I never play with a boys wand on the first date.

[Speaking quickly so he can't think too much about that line.]

But Dude, I totally have magical inclination. I summoned a witch. While drunk. Plus I have a gig as a Shaman where I cleanse houses.

Good girl, eh? Who'd have thought.

[He's said his own line well aware of the double-meaning, so there's no need for him to think too much about it now.]

Sounds like you have the inclination toward something, at least. Shaman, right? So how do you pull that one off?

Oh. Honey. You have to work to get this.

[If by something you mean cons, then yes.]

Throw on a blond wig and slip into a Russian accent. [Demonstrating said accent.] A little sage, a little lavender. It is how you say, easy peasy.

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